Mia is a freakin’ riot. We are never at a loss for entertainment around my house.
Everyday she does at least one thing that literally amazes me. The most recent surprise came from watching her play with her plastic naked baby doll. She made it dance. She threw fake food at it and commanded it to eat. She tucked it into the big girl bed, read it a book (sort of) and threatened it with a spanking when it didn’t go to sleep.
I’ve been looking foward to, and sort of dreading, this day. You learn so much about your parenting style and the way your children view you once they start playing "mom" with their babies or stuffed animals. Does she really see me that way? Am I that…tough? Wow.
Mia marches around the house like she owns the place. Her walk is confident and determined. Her demands are almost always met. I don’t remember Cheyenne being this diva-ish.
I love kids this age. Their honesty, their spunk. The way they do exactly what they feel. I watched Mia the other day with Caleb’s birthday cake. Once she plowed through her small piece, she reached straight over to the mothership and snagged some chocolate icing–"Yummmm!"–and offered some to Caleb and I. See? That’s something I ALWAYS want to do with birthday cake. She sings when she feels like it, sleeps when she’s sleepy, and gives a big, hearty laugh whenever something strikes her funny. When she doesn’t like someone, she doesn’t smile at them, or even try to make nice. When she wants something, no obstacle will keep her from it. 2-year-olds are real. Why can’t we all be that way?
Repetition: I think it’s just something you have to get used to with kids–the repeated reading of a book, the song you sing again and again, the same question asked a billion times. Mia is in a stage right now where it’s the same thing…over and over and over.
Today it’s been the "Moon Moon Moon" song from the "Laurie Berkner Band" DVD. Cheyenne and I are on the verge of tears. If we have to do the "moon" motions one more time…
We’ve read Olivia until we’re blue in the face. Granted, it’s a cute story about a cute pig, and the illustrations aren’t obnoxious or anything…but geez.
She wants to wear her dingy, old sandals everyday even though I have bought her these awesome blue sparkly ones…You get the idea. The child does not like to change things up.
Her birthday is next month, and I’m wondering what to do for it. There’s not really anyone that we would invite to a 2-year-old birthday party up here…Caleb’s dad is going to fly in for a few days to help celebrate, so that will be nice. I just feel bad because Cheyenne’s birthdays were always big family affairs–full-blown parties with swimming and cake and people and presents. Mia of course, seems content, with just the 4 of us…I’ll figure out something fun.
Hope everyone is enjoying the week so far.